With forty men against twenty, Blackbeard seemed confident. He was still sure that he was stronger than Vol in one one-on-one combat. That much was written on his face. But it wasn't merely killing Blackbeard that Vol was after. For months on end, he had worked towards this opportunity. He couldn't let it slip through his fingers because of recklessness. He had to ensure that everything was in place.
"Gold and glory await once this man is dealt with!" Vol declared. "Your spring would have been a bloody one, at the end of Oliver Patrick's swords. Now, I shall show you why those that fight for him remain fools!"
They weren't convincing words, or necessarily persuasive words, but they were the best that Vol could think of in that moment. It was the best he could do to leave a hook in the men, to stop them from immediately abandoning camp once Blackbeard was slain. It was all he could do.
!! SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT!
